The people on the dock stared out at
sea. A large aircraft carrier headed for them, the sun
setting behind it, making it picturesque. Two planes could
be seen silhouetted against the sun. There were no people
though.A woman held her son in her arms, lifting him so
he could see over the people, some crying, some talking, all
excited. The boy looked down at his sister, who was jumping
up and down in excitement. He was five, and she was seven.The ship came closer, and the closer it got, the more
tears broke out and streamed down the peoples cheeks.

"Castle." The sergeant yelled on the deck
of the aircraft carrier."Yes sir." A man
replied, stepping forward from the long line of men in Navy
uniforms."You did well out there. The Iraqi's were
scared to even hear your name. When you blew up that oil
field and took out Siresh Mohammed, you took out one of
America's most wanted men. You earned your rank, and you
also deserve to take a leave.""Thank you
sir." Castle replied, his smile broad and glistening.
"I wanted to kill that scum. He murdered countless
innocents, and sent many of his own men to doom in suicide
bombings. He deserves to rot.""Well put. Now
that you are changing units, I think we can call each other
by our first names. Like friends.""Luke."
Castle said, putting his hand out before him."Frank."
Luke clasped Frank's hand and shook it firmly before putting
both hands to his sides and moving into a salute. Frank did
the same and then got back into the line of men."You
are the best men I have, and one of the best is moving up.
Now one of you maggots has to take his place. Which one I
don't care. See some of you in three weeks, and some of you
in the history books."Everyone saluted and then
ran to the edge of the deck. The ship was stopping, and a
bridge was being brought down on the dock. A couple people
pulled carts behind them carrying luggage.Frank Castle
stared at the crowd of people on the dock, but only one
person stood out.His wife.

Twenty minutes
later, they embraced each other. Both of Frank's children
hugged either of his legs and when he was done kissing his
wife, he bent down and tossled each of the children's hair."Man, you two have grown!" He said and
embraced them both."Hey honey, lets grab your
luggage and head to Central Park, I have the food waiting in
the back of the van." His wife said."YAY A
PICNIC!" Both of his children said in unison."I
can't wait." Frank smiled and headed toward the luggage
carts, his children not far behind him.

"Where
we meeting the Bloods?""Central Park. You got
the guns?""Of course man! What if there are
witnesses?""Kill them.""Yessir."

Basket in one hand and his wife's arm in the other,
Frank walked down the cobblestone path, his kids not far
behind."Susan, I have a bad feeling about
something.""What?" Susan replied,
looking worriedly at Frank. "You're a national hero,
whats to be scared of?""A lot of things."
He said.They continued forward until they got to a
clearing.And in that clearing, ten men in suits stood,
one with a briefcase. On the other side, ten men in white
shirts, mexicans, stood, one carrying a suitcase."So,
the deal is done?" Asked a thickly accented mexican."Ye..." The man in the suit cut off as he
noticed Frank and his family."****, KILL THEM!"
Frank acted as fast as he could as the men in suits pulled
out their uzi's and started to shoot in both Frank's
direction, and the mexicans.He first heard his children
scream. His vision was then blocked by blood as his wife
screamed.He then felt something impact his back, and
stop inside his stomach. He fell into a world of darkness as
the mafiosos finished killing the mexicans.

Chapter 2:

He awoke to a white room. The walls
were white, the ceiling was white, the bed sheets he lay in
were white, his outfit was white.A radio built into the
ceiling was play "Hotel California". On a table
beside the bed sat a vase containing a boquet of flowers."So this is what the afterlife is like?" Asked
Frank.He then noticed that there was a card set against
the vase."Sorry Frank, God rest their souls,
Luke".Frank then threw the card aside and tried to
get up, but felt a sharp pain in his back. He screamed as
the pain coursed through his body. He then started to cry."SUSAN!" He screamed. Feet padded outside the
door and four doctors suddenly burst in and restrained the
man as he flailed around."Somebody get Mr. Castle
some sleeping pills." Said one of the doctors. Another
nodded and left the room."I'LL KILL THEM ALL!
SUSAN!" Frank screamed again, flailing more."Mr.
Castle, please relax. You will rip open the wound after we
worked all that time to stitch it. Please sir." The
doctor tried to keep him to the bed but Frank was able to
get out of their grasp and punch one of them in the nose.
The doctor fell on his butt and grabbed at his bleeding
nose."HE BROKE MY NOSE!" The doctor got up
and was about to punch the man when the doctor who left
returned. She grabbed him and whispered in his ear, before
handing one of the men a cup containing pills."Christ.
Good night Mr. Castle." Said one of the men as he
stuffed the pills down Frank's throat.

Rain beat
down on the four figures surrounding the graves. Stone slabs
containing Frank's family were lowered into holes. Frank
watched the priest as he finished his prayer."Ashes
to ashes, dust to dust." He recited from his little
black bible.Beside Frank stood Luke. Frank's wife's
best friend stood next to him as well. His name was Jack
Johnson."I'm so sorry Frank." Jack whispered
to Frank, wet flowers held between clasped hands.Frank
did not respond. He stared at the wet graves, his face stern
and unchanging.Luke also held flowers. When the priest
closed his bible, he took Frank's hand."I'm so
sorry for your loss Frank." The priest said, Frank's
two companions nodding in unison. "May they rest in
peace."The priest then took Jack's hand."Thank
you sir." Jack said as they shook."Your very
welcome, God be with you."Suddenly, out on
nowhere, a thin policeman ran towards the funeral. He
stopped before Frank."Mr. Castle, I'm Sheriff Smit
of NYPD. We tracked the gang to Tampa, Florida.""What
the hell were they doing in New York then?" Frank
asked, his first words of the whole day."We don't
know but Tampa police are investigating.""Thank
you sir." Frank said and then turned to his friends.

"YOU WANT WHAT?" Asked the gun salesman.
"Are you supplying a small army?""In a
manner of speaking, yes." Frank Castle answered,
throwing a wad of bills on the counter. "Hook me up
with someone who can make my van a place to live, as well as
outfit it with guns and computers.""Most of
this is illegal you know." The salesman said.Frank
threw more bills on the counter. "I hope this can
convince you other wise."

"LOOK AT THIS!
My family is only mentioned in the obituaries next to old
people who forgot to change the batteries in their Life
Alerts! John Travolta's kid goes and dies and its a huge
deal, but when somebody not associated with a load of crappy
movies has a family member die, they mention them in a small
little article giving people no reason to care. I'm a
national hero, I deserve better than this!"Frank
crumpled the mornings paper and grabbed a picture of his
family off the mantle piece."It's time for
vengeance."

Twenty minutes later, Frank's house
was burnt to nothing but ashes.

Twenty hours later,
he was in Tampa.

Eighteen hours before that, he
tried on his new outfit and found it fit perfectly. The
super heroes of New York, Spider-man and Captain America,
they did not help him. He knew they were nothing compared to
the power of a normal human being with the right armaments.
His suit was all black, the torso containing a giant skull.
An emblem for people to associate with him, like Daredevils
horns or Spider-Man's spider.He drove in the newly
outfitted van, and headed for Florida. He held a tape
recorder in one hand and drove with the other. He pressed
the play button on the recorder."Punisher's War
Journal, April 24, 2009. It is time for the corrupt to fall
to their knees before me."The van was now his
headquarters, his base of operation. One wall behind him
contained a load of computers and consoles stacked on an
iron shelf nailed to the walls and floor, and the other side
contained a bed. The top of the vehicle was hollow, allowing
storage for all his guns and ammo. There was a velcro piece
you would pull to access the keypad, and then after entering
the code, you could pick your gun. There was also a hatch
that would allow for someone to get to the top of the van
and shoot at incoming enemies.The van was bulletproof
as well. It also contained a GPS that could take over the
car and be used as a sort of auto-pilot.Frank continued
driving forward, his thoughts clear as he continued."I've
been outfitted with enough weapons for a small army. My van
has enough weapons and technology in it to overwhelm even
the biggest computer geek."It's my first time in
Florida. Apparently it's a big tourist destination. Disney,
beaches, illegal smuggling, flabby women in skimpy outfits,
sun. It's the most corrupting place I could think of."Little Frank Jr. always wanted to see Mickey
Mouse. Maybe heaven has a Disney World."End
Journal Entry." He stopped the recorder and focused on
the road ahead and on his strategy.

Chapter 3:

Frank Castle ate dinner in a small
brick building containing a deli run by a Cuban man by the
name of Arsenio Gustav.Frank had called the Tampa
police that morning and they reported that Arsenio had been
linked with a group of men in suits.When his sandwich
was nothing but little crumbs, he got up and went to the
front counter, holding his stomach."MMM! That was
great! Could I see the manager and compliment him?"Frank wore a dark overcoat over his skull shirt. It
swayed back and forth with every step he made. A bit
overdramatic, but people did find it a bit intimadating."Sure sir. Please enter the kitchen, he is the fat
man putting the sandwiches together." The young lady
answered, pointing to a door behind her swinging back and
forth like a pendulum."Thank you." Frank
walked around the counter and pushed the door open. There
were three people in the kitchen, one holding a large
cleaver, the other holding a spoon and stirring something,
and then there was a fat man working with the sandwiches."What are you doing back here sir?" Asked the
fat man, looking up from his sandwich."I wanted to
compliment you. You're sandwich was perfect!""Thank
you sir. I would like it if you would step out of the
kitchen though. Who let you in?""The woman at
the counter." Frank pulled a gun from his coat and
pointed it at the fat man. "She's quite a bit richer.
Payed her before she got into work. Said she hated you and
wanted you to feel the wrath of the law. Explained to me
that you have been working with the gang for quite a while
and have been making everyone working here give up part of
their salary to help you pay these guys. You threaten to
kill them if they leave. Horrible owner. Deserve to be in
jail.""Please don't shoot!" The fat man
said."Won't if you tell me where these men in
suits operate from.""I don't know!"Frank aimed at the man's kneecap and shot. It exploded
and blood gushed across the tile floor."AUGH!"
The man had collapsed at the second of impact and now
strained as he tried to stand again.His workers just
stared at him. They then ran at Frank."Not a good
idea. This will benefit you, you will get your money back
and can leave this job. Don't swing that cleaver at me or
else I'll make sure your arm can't swing anything in the
next year."Both men dropped their weapons and
walked past Frank. He then heard them pad toward them."Tried to warn you." He said."You
are not the law, you can't do this to anyone!" One
said.Frank turned and dodged a punch. He grabbed the
puncher's arm and broke it over his knee.The other
assailant ran away as his co-worker fell to the ground, his
arm in an odd position.Frank turned to the fat man and
ran to him. He put the gun to his other knee cap and
whispered, "Where are they?"The man screamed.
He was sweating like a pig. "THEY HAVE A BASE IN THE
HONDU BUILDING DOWNTOWN! THAT'S WHERE THE "COLLECTORS"
WORK. THEY ARE THE ONES THAT KEEP TABS ON BUSINESSES THEY
OWN!"Frank got up and put his gun back in his
coat."WHO THE **** ARE YOU?" The fat man
asked."The Punisher." Frank walked out of the
restaurant and ran to his van in the parking lot across a
busy street.

The cops got to the restaurant and
found that it was packed. The employees were happily doing
there job and the cops saw nothing out of the ordinary."The boss went home sick." The woman at the
counter said.

The boss would be found in five days
inside a garbage can, dead. The man with the broken arm was
also found in there. The restaurant was closed down and the
employees were soon working at better places.

Five
days before that, Frank Castle drove relentlessly toward the
Hondu bulding. It was a tall building in downtown Tampa that
might have been fifteen stories.He parked in front of
it and got into the back of the van. He pulled the velcro
strap on the ceiling and entered the key code. He then
pulled an AK-47 and remote bombs from the compartment before
closing it and walking out.

"Look at these!"
The security guard said, pointing at his computer screen."That's hot man! Send me that video." The
other security guard was drooling."Stop that man.""Sorry." The guard wiped his mouth with his
sleeve and then noticed the man at the door."Who
the hell's coming in at this hour?"

Frank
walked through the metal detector without a flinch as it
turned red and a siren went off.The security guards
walked over to him."Sir, we have to check your
pockets. Open your jacket."Frank did so. The two
guards stared in awe."Whoa." One said.Frank
fell to the ground and swept the feet out from under both
guards, they fell and Frank pulled two pistols from his
jacket."Goodnight." Frank shot them both and
then heard the elevator ding.He ran to the guard
station, a circular desk, and hid behind it as men in black
suits ran in."What the he...HEY! DEAD BODIES!"
The men were alarmed. Frank threw off his jacket and pulled
all the weapons from it. The gangsters were all in front of
him, easy prey.He took his AK and then screamed."HEY
IDIOTS!" He threw his overcoat in the air.Before
they could grab their guns, Frank shot threw his coat and a
rain of bullets flew through the gangsters. They fell like
rocks, and some bounced back up before falling again.One
was still alive and Frank went to him, placing his boot on
the gangster's neck."What floor's your boss on?"
He asked."NINTH! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!"The
man was hit by two bullets, one in the stomach and one in
the foot."Tell your boss to be ready to be
punished.""OH GOD! I WILL PLEASE LEAVE ME
ALONE!"Frank walked to the elevator and went
inside. He pressed the button for the ninth floor and
reloaded his AK. He then pulled a picture of his family from
his pocket and kissed it before putting it back."For
you guys." He said.

Chapter 4:

The elevator door opened and Frank
stepped out. He was in a hallway, office cubicles flanking
him on either side.He heard a shuffle of feet to his
left, and rolled into the nearest cubicle as shots went off.
Sparks flew and pieces of the cubicle walls blew out.When
the gun of Frank's assailant ran out of bullets, and Frank
heard the satisfying CLICK as the man tried to shoot some
more, he stood from the cubicle and blew the man's head up
like a watermelon.Frank then went to the other side of
the room. He walked by the last cubicles in the hall and was
attacked from both sides by men with large army knives.Frank fell to his knees and turned his AK's stock toward
one man and shoved it into his groin. The man fell back and
groaned loudly.The other jabbed down at Frank. Frank
grabbed the man's arm and broke it over his shoulder. He
then used all his strength to throw the assailant over his
shoulder.The man fell onto his friend, now in a comical
position, his hand between his knees, rolling back and
forth.Frank went to the double doors of the room and
kicked them open into a large office. It had a mahogany desk
in the center of it, a computer atop it. There were two
walls of bookshelves on either side of the room, and a
picture window took up the wall behind the desk.The
moon shone through and was the only light. It was nearly
pitch black, but Frank could make out a shape and easily
roll away as the shape shot it's pistol.Frank then shot
his AK and directly hit the man in his arm. He dropped his
pistol and screamed. Frank then shot the window and grabbed
the man's neck."WHERE'S YOUR BOSS?" He asked,
spittle flying between his clenched teeth."Your
called the Punisher aren't you? You punish the scum, right?
You punish people who kill, who murder. I heard about you
from Arsenio before we killed him. How is what your doing
justified? Your killing under false pretenses! How do you
know I'm bad? How do you know I have done anything? I merely
work for these people, not kill for them.""WHERE
IS HE?" Frank snarled."Right now, you snarl
and spit like a rabid dog. That's what people will compare
you to when you become public in about two and a half
minutes, when the cops I have called come and take you in.
You're a dog, like Michael Vicks' though, you fight other
dogs. But I am merely a little innocent puppy. How can you
kill me?""JUST GIVE ME THE INFORMATION!""A casino in New York we took from those Mexicans.
It is being reopened in a week. The boss will love to meet
you though, after he got your message.""Where's
your base of operations here in Tampa?" Frank dangled
the man out the window, cop sirens growing louder every
second."Fort DeSoto. Enter through the front,
middle cannon. It will take you to a sewer. Go through it to
find the main offices. Now drop me!""Not
yet."Three limos were pulling up to the building,
and men in black were getting out. Frank smirked. He pulled
a bomb from his pocket and placed it on the man."Goodbye."
Frank said, dropping the man onto the limos.

"What the hell's going on up there?""I
don't know. Some crazy guys on our tails.""What
the!""It's a body!"

CRASH!

Frank pressed the trigger to the bomb and watched the
explosion. The cars blew up into beautiful flames,
contorting and dancing. The men flew about, pieces of the
car jutting out of them, body parts blown off. Frank then
heard helicopter rotors and saw a floodlight crawling off
the building. He noticed police cars flying down side
streets a mile and a half away."Crap." Frank
said, running to the elevator and going to the ground floor.It took him a minute to get to the ground floor and a
minute to get to his van. The cops were right behind him
now, and the floodlight was on his van."Screw it."
Frank drove off and opened his glove compartment, pulling an
uzi and three clips from it. He placed two of the clips on
the passenger seat, and shoved the last one into his gun. He
then rolled down his window and sped up.The siren were
growing louder. He sped up more and stared at his GPS. He
pressed a button on it, and it said in a female robotic
voice:"Where would you like to go?""Fort
Desoto, Tampa."The GPS showed him the way."Oh
man, wrong way..." Frank slapped his head before
sharply turning the wheel and halting the car.The cops
stopped as well and two stopped about five feet apart from
each other."I'm gonna regret this." Frank
said, and then accelerated forward.He drove into one of
the cop cars, shoving it aside. Frank flew forward into the
wheel of the van and knocked the wind out of himself. He
strained to breath as he passed the cops and drove toward
the fort.

Frank Castle had evaded the police and made it to the
middle of a beach where a fort resided. The front had three
cannons standing together, the middle one had the largest
tube. He jumped in before the cops could see him.Meanwhile, his van drove circles around the fort
relentlessly. Anyone in its path would be run down.

Chapter 5:

Punisher's War Journal April 26, 2009.I've evaded the cops and am now a wanted man. I stand in
a sewer at the moment, walking through the filth and bile
Tampa has thrown at me. My van runs around the fort. I have
the control in my pocket to stop it. The cops can try all
they want but thanks to a man I met in New York codenamed
Microchip, the vehicle has electric wire running through it,
and anyone who touches it when I turn it on will be shocked
unconcious.This is my final stop in Tampa. A man at the
Hondu building told me the back entrance, and now I am going
to finish the gang's operations here, then finish their
operation before it starts in New York.My family is
depending on this.

Frank Castle found a door leading to a restricted
area. He swam through the garbage pool until he made it to
the door, then he opened it, pulling a pistol from his back
pocket.Inside was a large office containing lots of
skulls and gold bars.And also, a man."Hello
Punisher, how are you?" The man asked, pointing toward
a seat opposite his desk."No. You stand."
Frank replied.The man did so and showed he was unarmed,
except for a controller in his hand."Try anything
funny sir, and we'll both go up in flames, along with this
landmark fort. So tell me who told you how to get in without
entering through the fort?""One of your men.""Obviously. Now then, lets get this over with. I am
the only person in the fort except for the SWAT's and police
and you. No gang members anywhere. So let me ask you, how do
you hope to get out?""Maybe I don't.""Wouldn't have left the car running then."Frank sneered, and then noticed something on the floor.
It was ticking.Frank kicked the rug away and then saw a
bomb set for seven minutes and counting."LIAR!"
Frank shot the man and then ran back into the sewer. "Crap!
I hate liars!"Frank swam as fast as he could
through the garbage. He knew the sewer had to go somewhere.
Out to the water probably.Five minutes later, he got to
a pipe that lead out into the sea. The fort was half a mile
away. Frank swam into the sea and stayed there as he waited
for the explosion.It came.Bodies flew and chunks
of the fort became projectiles.Frank swam toward the
beach. He had used the controller in his pocket to get his
van away from the explosion. Hopefully, the explosion hadn't
destroyed it.

It hadn't. The van was fine, and
the cops had not touched it. Frank turned off the
electricity.He then drove toward New York City. The
final confrontation was coming.

"Sir, this
man named the Punisher will be coming for you if we don't
act now! Our Florida operation has been destroyed by one
man! We need to get you safe!""I'm fine.
We'll open this thing up in two nights. Make sure there are
extra men to protect me and please get a flamethrower. I'll
see how well this man burns. Maybe we could have s'more for
dinner that night!""Yes sir.""Let's
end this once and for all!"

Chapter 5:

"Tampa, Florida. Tears are being
shed over the destruction of a landmark of the city, Fort
DeSoto. A man known as the Punisher who drives in a van was
caught blowing up three cars and killing many. He was then
chased, but escaped to the Fort, where he disappeared
mysteriously. The fort then was blown up, thirty cops,
twenty SWAT members, and three civilians were killed."Frank turned off the television in the back of his van
and walked to the front of the vehicle. His GPS told him he
was in northern Georgia.The news was scaring him. They
had no pictures of his face, but had photos and video of his
van. He was a wanted man and anyone who could take him in to
Ryker's Island would win thousands of dollars.He
wouldn't allow anyone to do it, not at least until he got to
the casino and killed the man who ran the gang and had
killed his family.

The casino was called "The Spot". Frank slowly
walked toward the back of the building. Nobody was out. It
was six O' clock in the evening. The opening was an hour
away. He had a new jacket on, that masked ten different
guns, four grenades, and a knife.Frank pulled a pistol
from his coat and shot the lock on the back of the casino.
He kicked the door open and holstered his pistol, trading it
for an AK-47.He was in a hallway and four different
security cameras focused on him.He smirked and said
"Bring it on."

"There he is sir." Said the security guard in the
security room. He pointed at a set of monitors built into
the wall showing the man called the Punisher."Good.
Lets get rid of him. Where's the flamethrower?""In
the closet down the hall.""Good."

The first thing Frank noticed as he entered the large
room dotted with green poker tables, were red pinpoints of
light against the wall. Snipers.He opened a broom
closet in the hall and pulled out a can of Lysol. He then
threw it into the room.The pinpoints of light all
scurried toward the can.Frank ran out and saw that all
three of the snipers were huddled together. Unprofessional.The catwalk that surrounded the perimeter of the room
was where the snipers hid. Not very well though. Frank threw
a grenade up at them. They started to panic, until it was
too late. They flew in the air like rag dolls, comically.
They fell onto poker tables and onto the floor with wet
squishes.Frank ran into the next room, this one
containing row after row of electronic games. Slot machines,
arcade games. Everything imaginable.Frank saw them run
out of the opposite door. They all held machine guns and
carried grenades at their belts.Easy targets.Frank
aimed at the men and shot.He hit one of the men's
grenades, and another explosion took place. Five of the
thirteen men were killed in the explosion, the others were
all able to run toward Frank.Frank hid behind a row of
slot machines as a rain of bullets hailed toward him.Three
grenades left. Frank used one and threw it at his enemies.
Another five found themselves blacked out from Earth.The
other three lost their guns in the explosion, and were
running to do hand to hand with Frank.Frank threw down
his gun and grabbed one man's punch from midair while
kicking an incoming man in the face, knocking him into the
third man. Frank let go of the man's hand and then punched
him in the jaw.All three came at him at once.Frank
fell to his knees as they all attacked at once. They slammed
into each other and fell back, rolling from each other's
blows."DIE!" One yelled. Frank used his elbow and
slammed it into the man's stomach.The two others gave
up and ran. Frank kicked the other one's face again. The man
fell to the floor in a puddle of blood.Frank grabbed
his gun and ran into the next room, which held the entrance.
On both sides of Frank were two fountains, followed by a set
of stairs.And in front of him, were twenty men with
pistols, and a man Frank knew. The man who had told his men
to pull the trigger. The boss had a flamethrower."Welcome
Punisher. Seems your outnumbered. Ready to die in flames
like most of my men?""You killed my family. You
killed children barely able to read! YOU MUST DIE!""That's where I remember your face! Hard to forget a
face that had such an expression. You tried to protect them,
but you failed. They all fell like bowling balls. THUMP
THUMP THUMP! Oh, lord I love that sound. The sound of pain
and death!"Frank shot at the man. He ran to the side
as his men were mowed down. Frank screamed as the men all
blew apart. Their blood spattered across everything. And
when his first clip was done, Frank jammed a second up the
gun and shot the dead bodies."DIE!" He screamed. He
ran out of bullets, and threw the gun aside, into the
fountain to his left."Goodnight Punisher." Frank
felt the fire flow over him. He was warm and then hot and
then burning. He laughed between cries.His senses
failed him. His body armor was keeping him alive, but he
still was burning up terribly. His hair was burning, his
face. But who could feel pain from outside, when it
completely covered him inside. The fire was like a fly
against his skin, he barely felt it. Instead, the memories
flooded him. His wife and him getting married. Their
honeymoon to Europe. The birth of both of his children.
Leaving his family for Iraq.And then, he saw them and
heard them:"Don't die Daddy!" Said his son, Frank
Jr. "We need you!""Please Frank, pull yourself
together. The fountain Frank." His wife screamed at him.Frank's eyes opened and he felt the flames. He jumped
into the fountain.He screamed, and then found himself
rolled over, his enemy towering over him. The nozzle of the
flamethrower was staring blankly at Frank."Nice try."Frank then grabbed the man's legs and pulled them from
beneath him. He grabbed the flamethrowers nozzle and stuffed
it down the gangster's throat."Nice try." Frank
responded, smirking. His coat was in tatters. His guns were
all either wet or had fallen from his coat while he stood
blank. Both grenades had been thrown behind him when he
first saw the flamethrower.Frank Castle was mostly
alive thanks to the body armor. He still was missing quite a
bit of hair and a whole eyebrow, but he was alive, thanks to
his family.The gangster writhed below him, and Frank
pushed the nozzle further down the man's throat. He then
turned the flamethrower on and walked away as the man burned
from the inside out.Frank then grabbed both grenades
from behind himself and threw them at the burning man.The
explosion sent flames everywhere.Frank Castle left the
building as the fire spread everywhere.

He stood at his families gravestones when he heard the
police sirens.He then turned around from the stones and
saw a man dressed in red with devil horns. The man punched
at Frank. Frank grabbed the mans arm in mid punch and then
started a combination of punches to the red man's stomach.The red man back-flipped away, and then jumped at Frank.
Frank grabbed the mans foot and threw him into a gravestone.
The man got back up again, but this time held a pair of
nunchuk like weapons.Frank felt the impact of the
nunchuks, and then fell asleep.

"There you go boys." Daredevil said, helping to
carry Punisher into a police car."That's Frank Castle
isn't it? The man who killed that Jihad leader in Iraq? He's
a hero ain't he?" Asked a cop."Not all heroes have
the right ideals. Take him to Rykers and call any known
friends or family. Make sure he gets a chance to see them
before he's put away for all the things he's done."

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